Selene’s body was motionless, eyes closed, breath shallow, like a marionette with its strings cut.
But inside… inside, a storm raged.
She screamed in the void, her voice swallowed by the darkness. The Moonborn—, the other her... had taken control, banishing her into her own mind.
> “This is my body now,” the Moonborn whispered through their shared consciousness.
“You were only the vessel.”
Selene fought, claws scraping against invisible walls, but the Moonborn’s grip was too strong.
> “You want the truth?”
“Then suffer it."
And the visions began.
The moon bled red overhead in the memory. A dark forest. A woman running; wild-eyed, barefoot, clutching a newborn.
Her mother.
Selene’s heart ached as she recognized her.
Chasing her through the trees were men cloaked in council robes. One of them held a sword shimmering with obsidian.
The woman hid the baby under the roots of an old tree.
> “Live, Selene,” she whispered. “Live, even if it kills me.”
Then she turned to face the hunters.
Selene watched, helpless, as her mother was cut down beneath the bleeding moon.
But worse… far worse… was what happened next.
The council leader pulled out a vial of black fire and poured it over the body.
> “Let her soul burn. The Moonborn must remain trapped. The child is nothing without her.”
Selene screamed, fists pounding against the vision.
But her mother’s soul didn’t burn.
It split.
Half of it went into the earth.
The other… into Selene.
In the real world, Ryker was losing his mind.
Selene’s body lay cold on the vault floor, her breathing barely visible.
“Wake up,” he growled, shaking her. “Dammit, Selene, come back to me.”
The dark Selene, her possessed form, smiled, watching him suffer.
“Poor little wolf. You thought you could save her.”
Ryker stood, claws elongating. “I’ll tear you apart.”
She laughed. “You’d be killing her, not me.”
Blood dripped from his hands. “Then I’ll drag both of you to the grave.”
Before he could strike, Alaric and the Bloodfangs stormed in.
They froze at the sight of two Selenes.
“Which one is real?” Alaric asked.
“I am,” both said in unison.
But only one smiled with a mouth full of shadow.
Outside the ruins, under the blood-red moon, a cloaked figure emerged from the mist.
Eira.
The ancient witch who once warned Selene of her fate.
She entered the chamber, eyes locking onto the Moonborn with fury.
“You broke the seal.”
The dark Selene chuckled. “You mean she broke it. I simply stepped through.”
Eira turned to Ryker. “There’s a way to separate them.... but it will come at a cost.”
“What cost?” Ryker snapped.
“The soul tether. Their bond.”
Ryker’s chest tightened. “You’re saying… I’ll lose her?”
“Not just her,” Eira whispered. “Yourself.”
Selene stood in a whirlwind of memory and magic.
Images spun around her—her mother’s sacrifice, her father’s murder at the hands of the council, the spell that split her soul in two.
And in the center of it all, a name echoed.
> “Lunara.”
That was the Moonborn’s true name.
Not Selene.
Not a queen.
But a goddess, bound in flesh.
And Selene was her prison.
> “They killed your parents to keep me buried,” Lunara whispered.
“But now that I’m awake… nothing can stop me.”
Selene looked up, her eyes full of defiance. “I can.”
Eira drew the circle with blood and salt, chanting words older than time itself.
Selene’s body began to glow, caught between two souls. Lunara fought back, tendrils of shadow lashing at the witch.
“She’s resisting!” Eira cried.
Ryker stepped forward, placing his hand on Selene’s chest.
> “Then I’ll hold her. I’ll give her something to fight for.”
He leaned in, whispering against her lips.
> “Come back to me, Selene. I love you. I need you.”
A spark ignited.
Selene’s soul surged forward.
The shadows screamed.
And for a moment, just one glorious second...
Lunara was ripped from her body.
The ritual succeeded.
But with a cruel twist.
Selene woke; heart pounding, breath heaving.
And across the chamber, another body stood.
Fully formed.
Lunara.
She wasn’t just a spirit anymore.
She had her own flesh now. Her own power.
The Moonborn Goddess had returned to the physical realm.
And she looked exactly like Selene, only darker. Taller. Her silver eyes blazing with madness.
> “Thank you for setting me free,” Lunara purred.
“Now I can kill the council… and you.”
Selene’s mouth went dry.
They had created two queens.
And only one could survive.
Alaric and the Bloodfangs surrounded Lunara, but she raised a hand—and every single one collapsed to their knees, gasping, choking.
“I created your bloodlines,” she said. “You will kneel.”
Ryker growled. “You’re not our goddess.”
Lunara turned her gaze on him. “You’re hers. And she doesn’t deserve you.”
She walked toward him, placing a single finger on his chest.
> “Join me, Ryker. Become the Alpha of the new world. Let the old die.”
Selene’s stomach twisted.
He looked at her… then at Lunara.
And didn’t answer.
That night, Selene confronted Eira alone.
“Why didn’t you tell me I wasn’t the true Moonborn?” she demanded.
Eira hesitated. “Because I hoped the prophecy was wrong.”
Selene’s voice cracked. “Am I just… a vessel?”
“No,” Eira said. “You’re something worse.”
Selene froze.
“You’re the anchor,” Eira whispered. “Lunara can’t live without you. Your soul feeds her.”
Selene’s eyes widened in horror.
“So if I die.... ”
“She dies too,” Eira said.
Selene stumbled back.
The weight of it all crushed her lungs.
She couldn’t kill Lunara without killing herself.
The next full moon rose like a knife in the sky.
Lunara stood atop the ruins of the high council’s tower, arms raised, calling down lightning, shadows, and fury.
The Bloodfangs had either sworn loyalty... or died trying.
Selene watched from below, clutching the hilt of the sacred dagger Eira had given her.
The only weapon that could sever the soul tether.
Ryker approached, eyes filled with torment.
“She’s gathering the rogue packs. She’s going to start a war.”
Selene nodded. “Then we end her. Tonight.”
Ryker took her hand. “Together?”
Selene’s lips trembled. “Always.”
They ran.
Up the stairs.
Through the blood.
Into the storm.
Selene raised the dagger...
And Lunara turned…
Smiling.
> “You’re too late.”
Behind her, a figure stepped out of the shadows.
Selene’s father. Alive.
Clothed in council robes.
And holding a blade against Eira’s throat.
> “Didn’t you wonder why I let you live, Selene?” he whispered.
Lunara laughed, her voice like thunder.
> “Because he wasn’t trying to protect you. He was preparing you… for me.”
Selene screamed.
The dagger dropped from her hand.
And the blood moon split the sky.
Get ready for Chapter 12: The Alpha’s Lust.
Because next?
We’re about to unleash hell! With power, passion, and a soul-binding night Selene may never survive.
Selene & Ryker finally surrender to the bond that’s been tormenting them. The night burns with raw desire, soul-binding heat, and emotional surrender.The moon was high and pulsing, swollen with silver fire, and Selene couldn’t breathe.Everything had cracked her illusions, her strength, her carefully built walls. And Ryker stood in front of her like a wildfire with fangs, burning hotter than anything she’d ever known.> “Say it,” Ryker said, voice low, guttural. “Tell me you want this.”Her chest rose and fell fast. Her pulse throbbed in her neck. The ache between her thighs had been building for days, but this...this was something else. This wasn’t lust anymore.This was need.> “I want you,” she whispered, stepping forward. “I want all of you. No more holding back.”A growl rumbled from deep in his chest.Before she could blink, his mouth was on hers; devouring, demanding. He lifted her like she weighed nothing, slammed her back against the nearest wall, and kissed her like she was
When the moon calls, only the strongest will answer.The night was unnaturally silent as Selene arrived at the ancient Stone Circle; a sacred arena carved into the heart of the forest, guarded by jagged black monoliths said to have been touched by the Moon Goddess herself. The clearing shimmered under the blood-red hue of the rising moon, casting eerie shadows across the ground.She walked into the center alone.No cloak. No crown. No armor.Just her.Selene’s midnight hair flowed loose down her back, catching the light like a wave of starlight. Her bare feet touched the sacred earth with purpose. Each step echoed the silent promise she had made: No more fear. No more waiting.The moment her presence was felt, the crowd parted.Pack members, elders, warriors, even rogues hidden among the trees, watched in awe and tension.And at the far end of the circle stood Cassian.Her former mate. The one who had humiliated her. Rejected her. Who now sought to destroy her before she could rise.H
The shattered black crystal lay at Selene’s feet like a warning. Her mother’s scream still echoed through the clearing, leaving a silence that wrapped around the crowd like a shroud.Selene didn’t move.Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, her body trembling, not from fear, but from something much darker.Rage.The voice had been real. The blood-soaked memory trapped in that crystal hadn’t been a vision or illusion. It was her mother’s dying moment, sealed in stone.She turned slowly to face the council."Who was that man?"None of the elders answered."I said, who the fuck was that?!"Silence.Ryker stepped forward, his jaw tense. "He wasn’t one of us. I’ve never seen a presence like that. He didn’t smell alive."Selene’s silver eyes locked on the eldest of the council, a woman with sunken eyes and trembling hands."You knew something. Don’t lie to me."The elder shook her head slowly. "There are stories... about a forgotten faction. Exiles. Wolves who followed the Blood Moon,
The rain fell in slow sheets, washing the blood from the castle stones, but it couldn’t cleanse what had just happened.Selene stood frozen.Her father’s face, aged, scarred, alive.He had been the heart of her nightmares. The question that never had an answer. The ghost that lingered behind every throne room door she opened alone. But there he was, in the colors of the enemy.Not a prisoner.A general.A commander of the very force that hunted her bloodline to near extinction.Her knees buckled, but she didn’t fall.She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.Behind her, Ryker stood silent, holding his side where the beta’s blade had torn into his ribs. But his pain wasn’t just physical. She felt it. A dull throb in the bond between them. Weak. Flickering. As though something sacred was slipping."Selene," her father said, his voice like gravel after a decade of silence. "You’ve grown into her spitting image."She didn’t respond.Couldn’t.He walked slowly toward her, ignoring Ryker’s p
The moon bled red in the sky.An omen.A warning.Selene stood at the highest tower of the Moonspire Fortress, arms folded tightly across her chest, wind snapping her cloak behind her like black wings. Below her, the outlands stretched in shadows, forests once ruled by peace now patrolled by fear. Her eyes gleamed silver in the darkness, and for the first time in weeks… they were dry.Ryker was alive.But he was no longer hers.He walked the corridors like a ghost; silent, lost, glancing past her as though she were a stranger. The bond that once pulsed between them had shattered with the crystal’s light, and whatever piece of him remained behind the glow in that magical coma… wasn’t coming back on its own.And Selene? She no longer had the luxury of heartbreak.Not when the Council had declared war on her throne.Not when her own people were too afraid to speak her name aloud.Not when her own people were too afraid to speak her name aloud.She turned away from the window, her fingers
Chapter 17: The Moon’s Secret KeeperThe moon hung low over the ravaged sky, smeared with silver clouds that danced like restless ghosts. Deep in the heart of the Rogues' reclaimed territory, Selene sat beside a flickering fire surrounded by the loyal few who remained at her side. The smoke twisted upward, casting shifting shadows against her solemn face.Her eyes were far away, locked on something no one else could see."She's calling again, isn't she?" Lucien asked, crouching near the fire with a hand on his sword hilt.Selene nodded slowly. "Every time I close my eyes... it's her voice. The same chant. Over and over. Something ancient. I can’t understand it yet, but I think I can feel it."He glanced around the clearing. "And you're sure it's not a trap?""Yes." Her voice was sharper than she intended. "It’s not the council. It’s older than them. It's her."Lucien stilled. “The Moon’s Secret Keeper?”Selene's lips parted at the name. She hadn't spoken it aloud. Not yet. But somethi
The earth beneath Selene trembled as she dropped to her knees in the Vale, her chest heaving with a scream that never left her lips.Her bond to Ryker... was tearing.She clutched her chest, eyes wide in horror as searing pain cracked through her soul, splintering her breath, unraveling her strength."No," she whispered, the word too small to contain the terror inside her.Then came the scream. Raw, visceral, and ancient.It echoed across the mountains and burned through the sky.Animals bolted. The trees quivered. The moon itself dimmed.Selene's eyes glowed silver, tears cascading down her cheeks as the bond between her and Ryker snapped like brittle glass. The force of it hurled her backward against the stones of the sacred Vale.She didn’t move.Didn’t speak.Didn’t breathe.The world had gone silent.And for the first time in her life, Selene wanted to die.Back at the BattlefieldLucien was drenched in blood; most of it not his own. He gripped Ryker’s body, dragging it out of th
The wind carried the scent of ash and jasmine.Selene stood at the balcony of the reclaimed Council fortress, overlooking the now-quiet ruins of what had been a battlefield. She wore a robe of midnight silk that billowed like shadow around her. The Lunar Crown, jagged and imperfect, rested in her hand instead of on her head. She hadn’t decided if she would wear it.Not yet.Not when her heart still ached.Not when Ryker, alive but… changed, slept behind her.Because bringing someone back from the dead didn’t come without cost.And the weight of that truth had begun to seep into her bones.One week earlier…The night Ryker drew his first breath again had been the most euphoric and terrifying moment of Selene’s life.He’d clutched her hand with urgency, as though returning from a place of nightmares. His golden eyes glowed with a strange silver undertone—remnants of the Moonborn power that brought him back.His touch was warm. His voice was the same.But something in his spirit… wasn’t.
The corridor outside the Crimson Court’s private chambers was thick with tension. Torches flickered against blood-red walls, their flames dancing like hungry eyes. Nyra Duskbane paused, her hand resting on the hilt of her moonsteel dagger, heart pounding. Moments ago, she had stormed in here, intent on demanding answers from Prince Kaelan of the Raven Court. Now, she found herself inches from the door, every nerve on fire.Inside, she could hear voices: Kaelan’s low drawl, and her own retort; sharp, furious. She took a steadying breath and pushed the door open.Kaelan stood by a high window, moonlight casting his silhouette in silver. His cloak of midnight leather hung open, revealing the lean lines of his chest. His dark hair was mussed, and his golden eyes blazed with something she couldn’t name: challenge, desire, defiance.“You shouldn’t have followed me here,” he said without turning.Nyra stepped inside, closing the door. “You kidnapped me,” she replied, voice steady despite the
The Temple of Ash rose from the blackened cliffs like a crown of obsidian, its spires etched with runes that pulsed with faint red light. Nyra Duskbane stood before its grand entrance, the mark on her chest throbbing like a war drum. Two sentries in ash‑streaked robes flanked the carved doors, their eyes hidden beneath cowl’s shadow.Beside her, Ryker adjusted his cloak, face set in grim determination. Selene stood opposite, regal and proud, yet her silver eyes betrayed worry. “Remember,” Selene whispered, “this trial is as much about control as it is about power.”Nyra nodded. “I understand.”With a creak, the great doors swung open. Inside, the air was stifling; warm as a forge. Elder priestesses formed a semicircle around a dais of scorched marble. The High Priestess, robes embroidered in molten gold, raised a hand.“Daughter of Ash,” she intoned, voice echoing, “to prove your worth, you must conquer the Trial of Fire.”A chamber beyond opened to reveal a ring of living flame; tall
The council chamber smelled of incense and polished stone. Morning light filtered through high, arched windows, illuminating tapestries depicting the Moonborn’s victories. Nyra Duskbane entered on her mother’s arm, her dark gown of ash-gray silk trailing behind her. The mark on her chest throbbed beneath the fabric, a reminder of the power she barely controlled.She scanned the assembled Alphas, Betas, and elder advisors. At the far end, Selene presided from the high dais, Ryker at her side in human form—his gaze sharp as a blade. The atmosphere crackled with unease. Rumors of rebellion, demon pacts, and Nyra’s recent trial in the Temple of Ash had left the realm divided.Selene’s silver eyes met Nyra’s. She inclined her head. A signal: prove yourself today.Nyra drew a steadying breath. She had prepared her report on border skirmishes with the Crimson Claw pack; her sister’s old allies, but her thoughts churned elsewhere. Today she would meet the rogue prince.A hush fell as the cham
The first light of dawn filtered through the shattered stained-glass windows of the Grand Banquet Hall, painting the once‑opulent chamber in fractured hues of ruby and gold. Long before the sun’s rays reached the highest towers of the Eternal Palace, Nyra Duskbane stirred on the cold marble floor, her silk gown torn and stained with blood. Every muscle in her body ached, her head throbbed, and her chest burned with the unrelenting pulse of the mark that had appeared on her skin the night before.Slowly, she rose to her feet, clutching the edge of a fallen table for support. Plates and goblets lay scattered among spilled wine and remnants of last night’s feast. Velvet tapestries, shredded by claws and flame, fluttered in the morning breeze that seeped through the broken windows. Candles, long since guttered, left behind pools of black wax on the floor.A groan escaped Nyra’s lips as she straightened. Her silver hair, tousled and damp, fell in tangled waves around her face. She pressed
The moon hung blood-red above the shattered castle, its glow casting an eerie shimmer across the palace walls. Everything that had once been Selene’s was now Nyra’s. But Nyra had never felt more like a stranger in her own kingdom.She stood before the cracked mirror in her private chamber, staring at the strange mark blooming across her chest—an intricate sigil formed of interwoven thorns and flame. It pulsed with heat, rhythmic as a second heartbeat. Her fingers brushed against it, and the pain that surged through her spine was blinding.“Happy twenty-first,” she muttered under her breath.The wind howled outside the balcony doors, rattling them with restless fury. Nyra ignored it. Her mind was still tangled in the fragments of her dreams—visions soaked in blood, ash, and a voice that kept repeating the same word.Queen.A knock came at the door. Not a servant’s knock—too quiet for that. Too hesitant. Nyra turned.“Enter,” she said.The door creaked open. A man stood at the threshold,
Chapter 50: The Eternal QueenA silver dawn broke over the Lunar Citadel, the first light of a new era cascading across its spired towers and gleaming ramparts. Where once the Citadel had been scarred by war, now banners of midnight blue and silver—Selene’s colors—fluttered in the gentle breeze. The scent of healing herbs and moonblossoms filled the air, a testament to the renewal her reign had already brought.Selene stood atop the Grand Terrace, overlooking the gathered multitude. Thousands of Moonborn, rogues, and allied clans had come to witness the ceremony of ascension. Even the distant peaks of the Shadow Vale—once shrouded in darkness—now caught the sun’s rays, as if acknowledging her triumph.Clad in resplendent armor woven from moonsteel and starlight, Selene radiated power. Her silver hair fell in cascading waves, and her eyes—brighter than any moon—held the promise of eternal guardianship. At her side stood Ryker, the bond between them shining like a beacon. Their children
The dawn light filtered through shattered battlements, painting the courtyard in pale gold. What had once been a scene of triumph now lay scarred by sacrifice: smoldering rubble, broken weapons, and the silent forms of those who’d given everything. Selene stood at the center, her silver eyes hollow with grief and exhaustion. Ryker knelt before her, cradling their child in his arms—an infant wrapped in moon‑white swaddling that seemed to glow against the devastation.For a heartbeat, they existed in silence—two souls bound by love, yet torn apart by the cost of Selene’s ultimate sacrifice.Ryker’s voice broke the stillness. “Selene… are you well?”She swallowed, lifting her hand to touch his cheek. Her fingers trembled. “I am,” she lied, though every bone in her body ached. “I… I thought I would feel relief. But all I feel is emptiness.”Ryker’s golden eyes darkened with concern. “You saved the realm. You saved us. You saved our child.”Her lips trembled. “At the cost of my soul. Part
The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.Ryker knelt beside her, his black fur matted with blood from the skirmish at the citadel’s gates. His golden eyes were fierce with determination, but Selene could see the weariness in his stance. The child of power slept soundly in Ryker’s saddlebag, its soft coos a stark contrast to the howls of the undead.“We can hold them here,” Ryker said quietly. “We have the high ground, the wards, the bond… but not forever.”Selene nodded. Every moment they delayed, Orion’s forces grew stronger. The blood bond and the Forbidden Blood Bond had granted her unparalle
The Grand Hall of the Lunar Keep was suffused with an unnatural chill. Moonlight filtered through cracked windows, casting fractured silver beams across the shattered marble floor. Selene stood at the dais, her cloak pooled around her feet like spilled ink, every rune upon her skin pulsing with dread. Ryker knelt beside her, one hand on her belly, the other clenched in the broken stone.Moments earlier, they had faced her mother’s resurrection—an act of dark magic that twisted love into horror. Now, the true architect of all their torment would be revealed, and Selene’s heart pounded with the terrible knowledge that this enemy was no distant warlord but someone woven into the very fabric of her life.A hush fell over the assembled Moonborn and allies as the double doors creaked open. Light spilled in from the corridor, and a lone figure stepped forward, cloaked in the obsidian robes of the High Council. As the hood fell back, gasps rippled through the hall.Elder Callista. The woman w